SATURN RING

cherry bands stretched across
the black surface of the galaxy
orange rinds discarded
into a deep void.
lemon peels thrown onto
a rotting, blackened lawn.

but to me, it's just a ring
my grandma's ring.
a ring passed down to my mom.
down to me.
my ring now,
someone's ring later.

fire annihilating the
once green grass
desert dust spreading
across unexplored regions.
sunlight splattered over
dusty, glossy stained glass.

but to me, it's just plastic.
my grandma's plastic.
plastic passed down to my mom.
down to me.
my plastic now,
someone's plastic later.

Perhaps it's more than a ring.
Perhaps it's more than plastic.
Perhaps it has some history.

...Perhaps it's...

not worth thinking about.

 

Heidi Holzbauer
© June 2003

Graphic: " Rings of Saturn"
(Linda J. Spilker)